"She rests on his back, rubs her chin on his bare shoulder blade, while he strokes her arm and kisses it, and they talk about the future. She writes words on his back in sand. When they come out of the surf after swimming, there is that lovely moment where their wet bodies embrace, they kiss each other, the ocean rolling a magic carpet up to their toes. A moment to rival the passionate beach scene in From Here to Eternity, the waves come in and roll around them on all sides."
From our post on Our Very Own (1950), see here.
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I am interviewed by John Hayes at his blog Robert Frost's Banjo on the Ann Blyth series and upcoming book here.
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